Curious at the nature of the surface the rager uncovered, Ana studies it and tries testing it - rapping on it with the pommel of a dagger, trying to see if the steel of her knife would scratch it.
She steps back so Crowe could get leverage on the 'door' and comments, "Never seen that before. Harder than iron, not quite adamantium. Maybe an alloy. Like making bronze from copper and tin."
The door stays resolutely stuck.....
With a few minutes rest to recover himself, Crowe looks again at the door, and tries pulling from the other side this time. Slowly but surely, the metal parts.
The inside of the wreck is cramped. A single chair made out of the same strange metal faces the hatch, dozens of straps hang inside the device, and an array of levers and buttons lines the interior on one side. Several dozen palm-sized metallic discs and an unadorned silvery bracer lie scattered across the interior.
Ana pulls a face at Crowe's back when he comments on her analysis, but steps back and turns her back to the group to watch for any threats or really anyone that might notice their activity.
The sky is blue, the hills are rolling....
There are about 35 disks scattered about the base fo the ship for Alivar to colelct.
"Sometimes, the hard part is just finding what you seek. But we needed your strength to claim it." She seems cautiously optimistic that they can exit stage quickly and complete the mission.
Alivar says, "Well! These shiny baubles are actually used as currency by the locals. This represents a fair amount of money if I am not mistaken. The jewelry, however, that is a prize. It will actually absorb damage intended for the wearer. In fact, what it does is slow the speed of something approaching quickly, such as an arrow or weapon, but the cumulative effect is that it saves the user from harm. Hmm, appears to have sustained some damage, however. It's usable lifespan may have been affected negatively." Looking quite pleased with his recall, he hands the items over to anyone interested in looking the over.
With the craft left behind, you begin the journey back through the switchbacks, decending from the summit.
"Stop there," demands a Kellid woman who hefts a massive blade.
"You’re are not from here, and those things are not yours. Give us
the silverdisks, all the gold you have, and anything else you found
there. Then you may live."
As she speaks, three other Kellids move out onto the path behind her.
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"Woman, Crowe considers you fine-looking. It would upset him to mash your face and body with his hammer. Stand aside, and one day Crowe will return and add you to his harem. Fight him, you will die and never know the joy of receiving Crowe's member within you. Which would be sad for him and for you."
The woman smirks at crowes attempts at intimidation. "Another time, I would bed you before I slit your thriving throat. But not today. We take what you have stolen, or you die."
Crowe's attack, bristling with electricity is just deflected by the man's armour.